Too sleepy to pray

The little bird now waits in his nest

To sing the coming day,

Bathed and washed in the light,

Anointed with the ointment

Of a hundred thousand loving rays

That were once but one,

Making home of the earth

With colors that are not of the world—

Never speaking, only singing

With wings outstretched to the sun.

– Frank Watson

Florida Sunset With Pelican

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